Once upon a time, I went to school 

At least every day was a day 

Listening to my teacher's rhyme; Living a routine 

which I never realized, was just perfect 

and did not need a change 

 

 

Then the change came from nowhere 

Before times they owned their own time, 

the time when I was in their sight 

now they own all my time... 

Day or Night, Filled or Hungry 

They do not care 

 

 

Using Technology is forbidden they said 

Now these Hypocrites proved 

that reality is whatever they want it to be 

that they are bound to no rules at all 

That it is completely bidden  

 

 

My eyes pain and burn 

My neck twisted and fixed 

My want of being free being suppressed 

My health wanting to die 

But they do not seem to care 

 

 

Through despair by a breaking voice 

which hits me like a lifeless rock 

they expect me to hear what they say, 

A screen so black and blank, so dead, 

which I am forced to observe for eternity 

A medium through which I cannot cry 

Yet I am supposed to try 

 

Beyond a blind camera 

and a deaf microphone 

I lay down dead 

with my eyes blinded by fake light 

and my ears deafened  

 

 

by their lies of success 

and assurance of staying with me 

No one is with me, and I am failing  

But they do not care 

Seems like they never will 

 

 

I do not answer 

to the questions they ask 

I do not complete 

the works they give me 

I do but attend 

their tests with humiliation 

and they forgot that I existed 

 

 

Children we do not have time they say, 

assuming tomorrow to be the doomsday 

But I must confess now anyway, 

Every day is a doomsday now in its own way 

and this loop cannot be broken away 

 

 

Few cares, most don't 

Few earned my trust 

Others made me lose faith 

for they revealed 

they had neither on me 

 

 

Now I am a cursed oblivion 

Waiting for my own funeral 

either by staying in 

or swinging out 

Trapped I cry, for the forgiveness 

I desperately need 

 

 

 

Meeting friends, breathing air 

Looking at everything not through blinding screens, 

this time I will surely rejoice 

with what I will have which I have lost  

for the disgrace of not appreciating it 

 

 

Losing Hope and freedom I write 

this without a rhyme scheme 

this does not deserve 

They may not care 

But the truth is crystal clear 

 

 

Either they shall realize this sorcery 

that they are unable to control their mastery 

or not only me, we will all succumb 

in this whirlpool of understanding